. The nursery rhymes of England . sell, old clothes to sell;I never would cry old clothes to sell. CLXXX. WHISTLE, daughter, whistle, whistle daugh-ter dear;I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle par. , daughter, whistle, whistle for rvnimrl • a pound;I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound. 118 SONGS. CLXXXI. ILL sing you a song,Though not very long, Yet I think it as pretty as any,Put your hand in your purse,Youll never be worse, And give the poor singer a penny, CLXXXII. DAME, get up and bake your pies,Bake your pies, bake your pies ;Dame, get up and bake your pie
. The nursery rhymes of England . sell, old clothes to sell;I never would cry old clothes to sell. CLXXX. WHISTLE, daughter, whistle, whistle daugh-ter dear;I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle par. , daughter, whistle, whistle for rvnimrl • a pound;I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound. 118 SONGS. CLXXXI. ILL sing you a song,Though not very long, Yet I think it as pretty as any,Put your hand in your purse,Youll never be worse, And give the poor singer a penny, CLXXXII. DAME, get up and bake your pies,Bake your pies, bake your pies ;Dame, get up and bake your pies,On Christmas-day in the morning. Dame, what makes your maidens lie,Maidens lie, maidens lie ;Dame, what makes your maidens lie,On Christmas-day in the morning ? Dame, what makes your ducks to die,Ducks to die, ducks to die;Dame, what makes your ducks to Christmas-day in the morning ? Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,Cannot fly, cannot fly ;Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,On Christmas-day in the • SEVENTH CLASS—RIDDLES. CLXXXIII. [Ann.] was a girl in our towne,Silk an satin was her gowne,Silk an satin, gold an velvet,Guess her name, three times Ive telld it. CLXXXIV. [A thorn.] I WENT to the wood and got it,I sat me clown and looked at it;The more I looked at it the less I liked it,And I brought it home because I couldnthelp it. 14 120 RIDDLES. OLXXXV. [Sunshine.] HICK-A-MORE, Hack-a-more, On the kings kitchen-door ; All the kings horses, And all the kings men, Couldnt drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, Off the kings kitchen-door ! CLXXXVI. [A pen.] WHEN I was taken from the fair body, They then cut off my head, And thus my shape was altered;Its I that make peace between king andking, And many a true lover glad :All this I do and ten times more, And more I could do still,But nothing can I do, Without my guiders will. CLXXXVII. [Snuff.] As I lookd out o my chamber window I heard something fall;I sent my maid to pick it up, But she could
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